Because of the humid summer, the old signs    flake off rust though they're still not completely red       The runaway kid with a key in his fingers    rattles it along the fence, the rust comes off again       A perfect night, a perfect summer    it was too perfect, clouding our vision       Now the summer has gone and the old sign    rusts away, it's duty finished       A cold night arrives,    the key cannot be separated from frozen fingers       After the humid summer, the realization of    sleeping alone on the seashore